This Game Is Too Realistic

The glory of victory belongs only to the winner.

For the loser, even if he gets respectable, it is still difficult to feel happy.

Compared with Ideal City and Dawn City, Falcon City seems a little quiet at night.

Although the name of the ceasefire agreement is called "Falcon City Agreement", this agreement has nothing to do with the Falcon Kingdom, and the interests of the Falcon Kingdom have never been considered.

However, for the nobles here, this does not mean that they are completely bad.

The supreme Triumph City finally took action. Although it did not send a large number of troops to help them get back their ground, it at least saved them from the shame of surrendering as a defeated country.

As for Bist Town.

That shitty place was not in Oasis No. 2 in the first place. From the beginning, it was something that General Kras had to force on them. The Alliance could take it if they wanted it, because it was not their loss anyway.

Only the citizens in the capital - or to be more precise, the young men who were demobilized and returned to the countryside, would feel indignant about such a result.

They fought a war without a doubt, and got nothing except scars and disabilities. Many people also lost their property and even their loved ones.

In the end, even the horses riding on their heads remained the same.

The king was still the king, and the people holding the rope were still the Willants.

What was even more hateful was that the Willants did not give them any compensation...

...

The meeting room of the castle.

The representatives of all parties took the satisfactory agreement, and this room belonging to the royal family finally returned to its king.

There were only a few guest rooms left to regain the entire castle.

A group of well-dressed nobles sat here, and the residual warmth on the chairs made them feel very proud, as if the negotiations in the afternoon were related to them.

"So the alliance finally gave up Oasis No. 2."

"It seems so."

"I wonder what kind of impact this will have on the situation in the desert."

"Can the Citizens' Autonomous Committee be dissolved? Those pigs are shouting treasonous words all day long and are mixing with those deserters!"

"The Weilants may help us solve this problem."

"Ah... Weilants, I hope they won't drag us into a war we are not prepared for."

"The governor who came this time should be okay. He feels much better than that idiot Kras."

Looking at the nobles whispering in the council hall, King Monggot's face was neither sad nor happy.

To him, it was just a change of hat, whether it was the Legion or the Alliance, there was no difference.

It would be better to say that the Legion was easier to get along with, at least those Willant people rarely took the cake in the hands of the royal family, as long as they were obedient, that was enough.

At this time, a man with a stern face strode in.

His hair was dry and his skin was rough. Years of military service made that once young and handsome face become old, and even showed the frost that he should not have at his age.

"Your Majesty, the person in charge of William Industrial Zone reported to me that the Alliance Army moved the park, especially almost all the equipment in the Royal Foundry, and even took away the engineers and technicians in the factory... including their families!" William's tone was full of resentment, and he said this with gritted teeth. He valued the importance of industry more than any nobleman. Although those machines covered with the stench of motor oil could not produce honey and milk, they could help them rob more land. Especially after this war, he was more convinced that only industry could save the kingdom. That was why, after the Alliance released him yesterday, he left Bicester without caring about the remnants, and rushed to the industrial zone he founded with only a light cavalry.

However, when he got there, the situation inside made him fall into despair.

The Alliance moved everything that could be moved.

The huge park was left with nothing but a few empty factories and warehouses.

He took a deep breath, tried to control his emotions, and continued to speak in a trembling voice.

"...I beg you to meet with the Governor and ask him to put pressure on the Alliance to return the looted equipment and population to us." Hearing the child's request, Menggot sighed slowly and said helplessly. "The Governor will not help us... He even gave Griffin's equipment to the Alliance. The war is over, kid. The cake that should be divided has been divided. Let's just discuss the future today." There is one thing he didn't say. Not only are they not qualified to share the cake, they themselves are the cake. William gritted his teeth. "Then at least... shouldn't those craftsmen be returned to us as captives? They keep saying that they want to abolish slaves, but they won't capture them and make them slaves, right?" King Menggot was silent for a while. "That manager really didn't give up." William, who regained hope, was delighted. "Then..." Menggot sighed. "They let the captives decide freely whether to stay or not." William was stunned. The nobles at the conference table whispered to each other, and Count Cromwell couldn't help but cursed and knocked his fist on the table. "These robbers!" ... The next morning. Tout, wearing a neat suit, came to the building of the Citizens' Self-Government Committee early, greeted the guard, and went to the office humming a little song.

This was first the house of the tax bureau. Ever since the alliance moved the accounts here, the old men with their noses in the air dared not come back, so this big house was given to them.

Ever since he became the chairman of the committee, Taut felt that his identity was different from the past.

Especially the respectful and fearful eyes of the nobles when they looked at him made him feel as if he had become a noble without a title.

Even the king did not dare to let him salute.

In order to show his unique status, he specially found a tailor who made clothes for His Majesty the King and asked him to make a unique hat for himself.

Of course, unlike those nobles, he was paid.

Looking at the hat with colorful feathers on the table, Taote liked it more and more. He put it on his head happily and played with it in front of the mirror.

However, at this moment, the door to the room was suddenly pushed open, and as soon as he looked up, he saw his secretary rushing in with a panicked expression.

There was a hint of displeasure written on Taote's face.

"Didn't I tell you to knock?"

Looking at Taote who looked unhappy, the secretary said in a dumbfounded voice.

"Don't worry about the door... The big one is in trouble, the people in the alliance are in trouble!"

Taut suddenly stood up from his chair, holding his hands on the table, his round eyes widening.

"Is it okay?! The alliance wants to do it?"

The secretary nodded nervously and said dumbfounded.

"Yes... they got back to the airship early the next morning. Although the airship was not ready yet, they had already put away the anchor chain."

Taote suddenly lost interest in the hat on his head. He pulled it off and threw it aside. He stood up and walked to his secretary to ask anxiously.

"Did they explain anything after they left? What should we do? What about in the future? Should we listen to the people of Willant? Or should we listen to the king?"

The manager's indifference to them made him feel a little frightened. Thinking of the looks that the nobles looked at him on the execution ground, his spine began to shiver.

The secretary hesitated for a moment and then spoke hesitantly.

"They say... people ultimately need to save themselves. They have already been here, and the rest is up to us."

Taut looked at the secretary in front of him in confusion.

Been here?

On their own?

Looking at the hat he finally made on the table and the gun he leaned against the window sill, he just wanted to cry...

Looking at the confused chairman, the secretary sighed, but they were just grasshoppers on a rope.

For the sake of his own life and for the sake of his family, he still said patiently.

"Actually, the situation is far from that bad. The citizens are on our side. There are many veterans among them. They hate the Weillant people more than the Alliance. If we can unite them, maybe we will be one. A powerful force.”

"What's the use of uniting those people?" Taote felt irritated.

He knew better than anyone that those guys were a bunch of rabble, and I was afraid that with His Majesty's order, they would push themselves to the gallows.

The secretary lowered his voice and continued.

"You have to give it a try to see if it works... The people in Weiland don't have many guns at the moment. The newly arrived governor doesn't know anything about this place. They need us to cooperate with them, whether it's military or economic. We just need to They may not mind that there are two kings in this kingdom. "

Taut calmed down.

This is indeed a good idea.

The Citizen Autonomous Committees are representatives of various industries. More than half of the city's handicrafts and industrial production are related to them, and the nobles can only contribute a little food from their own manors and land.

Unless the governor just wanted to be a big man, he wouldn't touch a group of nobles he had just met so easily.

The most important thing is that if he gives it a try, he still has a chance to survive. If he does nothing, he will definitely die.

"Call all committee members and representatives to a meeting!"

The secretary breathed a sigh of relief.

"Yes sir."

…

While the Citizens' Autonomous Committee was busy meeting, Bicester Town, far away in the middle of No. 2 Oasis, was also a bustling scene.

Beside the main road outside the east gate, Wedelir hugged the cement block beside the road and said with tears in his eyes as he looked at the two soldiers coming towards him.

"I'm not going anywhere! This is my home! I have dedicated my life to this place, and I want to stay here!"

A tall soldier teased with a smile.

"Wouldn't it be better to become your baron?"

Another soldier also said with a smile.

"That's right, don't you have a Zhuangzi? Let me be your master."

However, what the two of them didn't expect was that Wedelier's reaction became even more intense, and his crying voice even contained a hint of begging.

"I don't want it! I would rather be a civilian!"

Just kidding.

How could he reply?

Surrendering to the Alliance without resistance was already a capital crime, not to mention that he directly became the Alliance's lackey. Those who responded hated him.

Especially the meaningful look in Prince William's eyes when he left.

At that time, he felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave. He was so frightened that he sent people to No. 2 Oasis overnight to pick up his entire family.

If he had known that the Alliance was not planning to occupy Oasis No. 2, he would never have licked it so hard.

But who can imagine this kind of love?

With the way the alliance fought, they almost leveled the entire Falcon Kingdom...

The two alliance soldiers looked at each other and felt that they couldn't let him be embarrassed here, so they pulled him up.

"Get up."

"You can keep it if you want, no one will care about you, but don't block the way."

Wedelier felt happy.

"...You really don't want to drive me away?"

The soldier gave him a disgusted look.

"The manager said that if you want to leave, you can go back by yourself, and if you want to stay, it's up to you. That gentleman has no time to take care of you."

Hearing these words, Wedelir finally burst into laughter. He let go of the cement block with a smile, patted his butt, and returned to the town with great gratitude.

Not far from where he blocked the road, an officer from the Alliance's Second Corps passed through the barbed wire barrier and walked in front of a group of prisoners sitting on the ground. He took out his trumpet and shouted loudly.

"The war is over, you can go home."

Officers above centurion were released yesterday, and most of them had no idea what the ceasefire negotiations were about.

People looked at each other in shock at first, and then one after another people stood up.

A group of people passed through the open gate on the west and headed toward the wilderness. Seeing that the Union soldiers did not fire, they continued to move forward.

There are fewer and fewer people in the clearing.

A large number of people chose to leave, and many people went in the opposite direction.

Several Falcon Kingdom soldiers walked to the inspection post. One of them, a boy about fifteen or sixteen years old, looked at the Alliance soldiers and said, "Hey."

"I don't want to go back."

The Union soldier looked him over.

"Why?"

The young man hesitated and said.

"I have nowhere to go."

The soldier continued.

"Where are your relatives?"

The young man was silent for a while and whispered.

"My father and my brother both left, and last month...my mother also left. Let me stay, I can work."

Before the boy could finish his words, another hand was raised from behind him, rushing to say something.

"And me! Me too... I'm strong and can carry things!"

"I used to farm! I can do farm work!"

There were echoing shouts from behind, showing that he wasn't the only one who wanted to stay.

Some people who originally walked hesitantly at the door stopped unconsciously after hearing the noise on the other side.

Although they didn't stay in the prisoner of war camp for a long time, if they think about it carefully, the alliance gave them a pretty good feeling.

Those people didn't whip them for fun just because they won. The only thing they forced them to do was to repair the shacks they lived in.

What particularly surprised the captives was that the Alliance actually gave them some of the food they had stolen from the Wilantes.

This is inconceivable to many of them.

Those Weirant people never treated them as human beings, nor did the nobles of the kingdom. However, in the prisoner-of-war camp, they unexpectedly treated them as human beings for a few days.

Even though they knew that the enemy was definitely not well-intentioned in doing so, they couldn't help but feel despair about their life after returning when they thought about the attitude of those nobles towards them.

More and more people gathered around the inspection post, and the soldiers on duty had to fire warning shots into the sky. At the same time, a sentry trotted to the superior to ask for instructions.

Before long, there was an extra table in the camp.

Wedelier, who had runny nose and tears before, was arranged to sit in front of the table, holding a loudspeaker and started shouting loudly.

"If you don't want to leave, come here to register! Think it through before writing your name!"

There was a long queue in front of the table.

Some prisoners of war who originally planned to leave hesitated for a moment, but finally stayed, including some junior officers with the title of captain of ten.

In this way, as of noon, the prisoners stranded near Bicester Town had been demobilized. In the end, four of the more than 80,000 soldiers were left behind, a total of more than 30,000...

…

Heart of Steel.

Chu Guang, who was standing on the bridge, received a call from Liu Ding, commander of the Second Corps stationed in Bicester Town.

After listening to his report, Chu Guang couldn't help but feel surprised on his face.

"More than 30,000 people stayed behind."

Originally, he expected that having 10,000 people left would be great, but unexpectedly, he ended up with more than 30,000 people left!

What made Chu Guang puzzled was that after thinking for a long time, he couldn't remember how he was good to those prisoners of war.

The nobles of the Falcon Kingdom are so inhumane.

Counting the engineers and their families that the Storm Troopers took away from William Industrial Area, the population of Bicester Town is probably 40,000.

Although there will be no impact in the short term, after all, the Alliance has collected a lot of supplies from the Horn Castle and the front line. If this continues, there will definitely be problems with the supply of food and fresh water there.

Feeling the manager's embarrassment, Liu Ding asked Yu in a deep voice.

"Do you want to get rid of some of it?"

"That's not necessary."

Chu Guang coughed.

"If they want to stay, let them stay."

Everyone has already stayed voluntarily, and it would look stingy for him to drive them away again.

Moreover, Bicester Town, which is under the jurisdiction of the alliance, can be used as a flag of the Luoxia Province of the alliance. If it develops well, it will undoubtedly have a positive effect on the image of the alliance.

The only problem is that it is all sand, there is no "river embankment", and there are no expensive strategic resources. The only value is probably its location.

If agriculture cannot be developed, then industry can only be developed.

The military production lines moved from the Falcon Kingdom can be moved to the No. 3 Oasis next door, which is within the Honey Badger Kingdom.

As for the civilian production line, a part of Bicester Town can be left as there is enough labor force to work there.

Currently, both the Honey Badger Kingdom and the Falcon Kingdom are in urgent need of post-war reconstruction, and the demand for some industrial products is still considerable.

With a young labor force and the necessary equipment, it may be difficult to make a fortune, but supporting yourself should not be a big problem.

"... Let the Lion Kingdom Army leave the excess supplies before withdrawing, including food, fresh water, and clothes. Winter is coming soon, and the temperature in the desert is quite low. Don't let people freeze to death."

After a pause, Chu Guang continued to talk.

"After that, I will appoint an official as the local governor and transfer a batch of supplies from Qingquan City. As for now, you first organize them into four construction corps and organize them to build their own houses to live in... In short Don’t let them sit idle.”

Liu Ding put his hands on his chest and stood at attention to answer.

"yes!"

Considering that Liu Ding was a rough man and knew nothing about urban planning and management, Chu Guang patiently explained some details of the construction of the settlement.

For example, the center of the settlement should be placed east of the airport, and zoning should be reserved for the development of commerce and industry, etc.

The company's ideal group will provide technical support in cement debris recycling and road construction. The alliance does not need to worry about road construction.

Chu Guang plans to set aside a foreign exchange budget of 100 million Cr, and after the governor of the Alliance arrives, he will purchase equipment from Ideal City based on local actual needs.

Not long after he finished explaining these things, the acting captain happened to come to him from outside the bridge and gave him a military salute.

"Report! As of now, all units have boarded the ship, the anchor chain has been stowed, and the ship is ready to depart at any time!"

"very good."

Taking one last look at the sun-drenched survivor colony outside the floor-to-ceiling window, Chu Guang's lips curled up into a faint smile.

It's finally time to say goodbye.

King Mongot and the nobles must have opened the champagne excitedly.

They will soon discover that it is too early for them to be happy.

Including the governor who came here.

Those people will soon discover the "surprise" the Alliance has for them.

As for what this surprise will look like in the end, it will take time to test... The people here will ultimately have to decide their own future destiny.

For himself, the war in Luoxia Province has come to an end, and there are more important things waiting for him to do now.

Looking away from the window, Chu Guang looked at the acting captain standing aside.

"Let's go!"

The captain gave a neat military salute.

"yes!"

…

Just as the Heart of Steel was advancing towards the desert, the Battlefield Atmosphere Group in a pit in the far west city also happened to return to the line.

Until the Heart of Steel set sail, he did not wait for the next instruction from the Administrator.

"Damn it... these guys have forgotten me." The warrior who lifted up his pants muttered a curse, pretended to press the button to flush the bucket, and walked outside.

Since Griffin's death, he followed the 50,000th team to evacuate Far West City, which is located in the northwest of Oasis No. 2, and passed the boring time with the Weirant people who were waiting to go home.

With the ceasefire agreement taking effect, the "Yellow Sand Ten Thousand Miles" expansion pack has officially come to an end, and the expansion pack rewards were settled last night.

Due to the heavyweight information he provided previously, he had no doubt that he had defeated the strongest person in the expansion pack with the highest personal score!

And he is far ahead of the second place by 50,000 points!

And what's the use?

Although I have collected a bunch of valuable treasures, no matter how good my equipment is, I have no chance to use it.

Several of his good brothers were afraid of wasting it and wanted to use it for him first, but he refused without even thinking about it!

Just kidding!

That was the treasure he bought at the cost of his life, how could he let those bullies take it away!

If I really give it to my grandson who is the most evil, I am afraid that not even a scum will be left when he comes back.

Just when the warlord was thinking about whom to go to stay for a while, a familiar figure walked towards him not far away.

He raised his head and looked over there, and saw that the man walking in the distance was actually his immediate superior, Captain Velichwan.

The warlord didn't feel any surprise, he just felt troublesome.

This guy has been getting close to him lately.

Maybe it was because he was too busy after the defeat, or maybe it was to show that he valued himself. In the past, this person even asked his subordinates to tell him, but now he walks into his tent uninvited whenever he has something to do, which makes him very upset. It's not self-conscious, and it's annoying.

It was obviously the same thing this time, as this guy Bazu wandered over again to ask for help.

The warlord even suspected that he had been waiting outside the pit for a while.

Just when the warlord was about to exchange a few words, Veliki who was walking nearby suddenly pulled him aside with a mysterious look on his face.

"I have a good job."

"...What's the errand?"

Looking at the smiling General Verich, the warlord instinctively became alert.

Now that the battle is over, you won’t have to assassinate anyone anymore, right?

Just when he was thinking this, Velici's next words stunned him on the spot.

"According to the ceasefire agreement, we will send two representatives to Vault 0 to investigate the legendary ruins together with the enterprise, college and alliance."

"The Governor nominated his direct descendant, Commander Wali, to go. However, Wali is a professional officer. Considering the dangers that may be encountered in the ruins, he needs a powerful follower to serve as a guard... Listen [ The Governor's needs, I immediately thought of you."

As he spoke, Velic stretched out his hand, patted the good comrade Pangolin in front of him on the shoulder, and cast an encouraging look at him with a smile.

"This is not just my suggestion. General Alec is also very optimistic about your strength... seize this opportunity."

"I'm optimistic about you!"